Chapter 144: Eight Million for Her Fucking Soul
Chapter 144: Eight Million for Her Fucking Soul
Lucas froze.
For a brief moment...
His entire world seemed to stop.
"...Debbie."
His voice never left his throat.
His eyes remained locked on the stage.
The confident, capable woman who always carried herself with dignity was barely recognizable now.
Her professional business attire was gone.
In its place was revealing clothing that had clearly been chosen to humiliate her rather than preserve her dignity.
She stood there in nothing but a skimpy black lace bra and matching panties that left almost nothing to the imagination.
The bra was several sizes too small, straining desperately against the massive, heavy weight of her enormous breasts.
Her big boobs spilled over the top edges of the cups in soft, overflowing mounds of creamy flesh, the deep valley of her cleavage on full display under the harsh spotlight.
The thin lace fabric barely contained her large, rounded tits, the outlines of her nipples faintly visible through the material as they pressed against it with every shallow breath she took.
Lower down, her panties were pulled tight across her wide, juicy ass, the thin straps digging into her soft hips while the back of the fabric rode up between her plump ass cheeks, accentuating every thick, jiggling curve of her perfect bubble butt.
The panties clung to her like a second skin, highlighting the full, round shape of her ass that swayed slightly with her unsteady movements.
She stood beneath the blinding spotlight like an object being displayed.
Her wrists remained restrained behind her back with thick cuffs that forced her shoulders back and pushed her massive chest forward even more prominently.
Her long hair was slightly disheveled, strands falling across her flushed face and sticking to her sweat-glistened skin.
Her steps were uneven, her high heels making her thick thighs and round ass tremble with each shaky movement.
Every movement told the same story.
She had been drugged.
She wasn’t even fully aware of where she was, her body moving on autopilot while her mind struggled through the fog.
Lucas’s folded hands slowly tightened.
The veins on the back of his hands began to bulge.
For one terrifying second...
He almost rushed forward.
His body leaned instinctively toward the stage.
Every instinct screamed at him to save her.
To kill every man in the room if he had to.
But...
He forced himself to stop.
Slowly...
Very slowly...
He took one deep breath.
Not now.
If he acted now...
Everything would be over.
Meanwhile...
The hall completely exploded.
The old men who, moments earlier, had been lazily sipping wine suddenly became wildly excited.
Cheers erupted from every direction.
Several men stood from their seats.
Others slammed their glasses onto their tables while laughing loudly.
The excitement in their eyes was almost frightening.
They weren’t looking at Debbie as a human being.
They were looking at merchandise.
A prize.
Something to own.
Their hungry stares devoured every inch of her body lingering on those massive, heaving big boobs that threatened to burst free from the tiny bra with every breath, tracing the deep cleavage and the way her heavy tits jiggled, then dropping lower to feast on the sight of her thick, round ass barely covered by those tight panties.
The fabric stretched taut over her plump ass cheeks, the material wedged slightly between them, outlining the full, firm globes that looked so soft and inviting.
Lucas felt his stomach twist.
His eyes returned to Debbie.
She swayed slightly where she stood.
Her eyelids struggled to remain open.
Her breathing was uneven, causing her enormous breasts to rise and fall heavily in that straining bra, the lace edges digging into the soft, overflowing flesh.
Even through the haze clouding her eyes...
Lucas could still see it.
Fear.
Confusion.
Desperation.
She was fighting the drugs with everything she had.
But her body refused to obey her.
Seeing that...
Something inside Lucas finally snapped.
A cold rage spread through every part of his body.
His expression remained calm.
Almost frighteningly calm.
But behind that calm...
His killing intent continued rising.
Then...
The host smiled into the microphone.
"Our grand finale tonight."
"The beauty you’ve all been waiting for."
The crowd erupted once again.
The bidding hadn’t even started...
Yet countless greedy eyes were already fixed on Debbie.
From every corner of the hall...
Men stared at her with naked desire.
Some licked their lips.
Others whispered excitedly among themselves while discussing how high they were willing to bid, their comments crude and focused entirely on her massive tits and that fat, juicy ass barely contained in her panties.
To them...
She wasn’t a woman.
She wasn’t a person.
She was simply the most valuable item of the night ~ those huge, bouncing boobs and that perfect, heart-shaped ass in nothing but lace the main attractions drawing every lustful gaze.
Lucas remained perfectly still.
On the surface...
His expression didn’t change one fucking bit.
But inside...
His mind was already racing like a goddamn storm.
Every possible escape route.
Every worthless security guard.
Every blind spot in this shithole.
Every weapon within reach that he could turn into a tool for slaughter.
He forced himself to think clearly through the red haze.
Charging the stage now would only get Debbie killed, and he wasn’t about to let that happen.
He had only one chance.
And he couldn’t afford to waste it on some suicidal bullshit.
Slowly...
Lucas made himself a promise.
A promise so cold and brutal that even he was surprised by the pure fucking venom in it.
Anyone...
Anyone who dared lay a single fucking finger on Debbie tonight...
Would not leave this place alive.
Not tomorrow.
Not next week.
Not after they begged for mercy like the pathetic pieces of shit they were.
They would die.
Every single one of those motherfuckers.
Slowly. Painfully. Screaming.
Just then...
The host raised the wooden hammer with a wide, greasy smile.
"Our grand finale!"
"The opening bid..."
"...starts at one million dollars!"
The words had barely left his mouth before the crowd erupted like a pack of horny wolves.
"One point five million!"
"Two million!"
"Two point eight!"
"Three million!"
The bids came one after another without giving the host time to breathe, each one shouted louder than the last.
Every time one greedy bastard shouted a number, another immediately raised it higher like the fucking animals they were.
Nobody wanted to lose.
Nobody wanted to wait their turn.
The hall became a battlefield filled with dirty money and even dirtier lust.
"Four million!"
"Five!"
"Five point five!"
"Six million!"
The atmosphere grew increasingly heated, thick with the stench of arousal and greed.
Some wealthy old fucks laughed arrogantly, their eyes glued to Debbie’s massive tits and that fat ass.
Others slammed their glasses onto the tables after being outbid, cursing under their breath.
The numbers climbed at an unbelievable speed.
Seven million.
Seven point five.
Eight million dollars.
And still...
There wasn’t the slightest sign of stopping.
To these old monsters...
Eight million dollars was nothing but pocket change.
If it meant getting their hands on Debbie’s huge bouncing boobs and that juicy ass barely covered by those tight fucking panties...
They were willing to throw away ten times that amount without blinking an eye.
Lucas silently watched them, his jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
Every number they shouted...
Every filthy laugh that echoed through the hall...
Only fueled the burning, murderous rage inside him.
Those sick fucks. Those worthless cunts. They were all going to pay.
Then...
Out of the corner of his eye...
Lucas noticed someone standing near the edge of the stage.
The man wore a satisfied, smug-as-fuck smile.
His hands rested comfortably inside his pockets as he quietly admired the madness unfolding before him like he owned the whole damn world.
Lucas’s pupils instantly contracted.
"...Victor."